A Borrowed Shine

[Verse 1]
(A cappella, sound of phone ringing once, then voicemail beep)
Hey, man... it's Sam. I'm on that Kiawah gig for the Bennetts.
(Music starts)
The air in their kitchen smells like lemon polish and a life I'll never touch.

[Chorus]
They want this whole house with a borrowed shine
But there's a fault line tremblin' under this heart of mine
My hands are weighted with their silver, with a brand new floor buffer
And I can't plane this sorrow down, it just gets rougher

[Verse 2]
The sun's goin' gold now on the saltwater marsh
But in here it's all white marble, and their talk is just as harsh
She said, "The good plates, son," never even looked at my face
Since last October, nothin' in this world has found its place

[Chorus]
They want this whole house with a borrowed shine
But there's a fault line tremblin' under this heart of mine
My hands are weighted with their silver, with a brand new floor buffer
And I can't plane this sorrow down, it just gets rougher

[Bridge]
They're makin' a toast, but I can't hear it through the glass
Supposed to just bow my head, you know, and let the whole damn thing pass...

[Outro]
Anyway... my break's done. I gotta go.
(Human beatbox stutter, then sound of phone hanging up abruptly)